WHAT A ROTTEN NAME! THERE HE STOOD, BETWEEN US AND THE ALLEY. SCUT FARKUS STARING OUT AT US WITH HIS YELLOW EYES. HE HAD YELLOW EYES! SO HELP ME, GOD! YELLOW EYES! Your worst nightmare, Scut Farkus, live and in the flesh…or bottle. An Imperial Stout aged in Four Roses Bourbon Barrels and clocking in at 16.2%.